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Sunday, December 18, 2016

Dark Wolf Enterprises

Shifter Claimed

Paranormal Romance

Totally Bound Publishing

Blurb:

The big break Trudy Hollander’s small
accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with
murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even
worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull
the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.

Then there are the assassins who can
jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…

Kristof has no intention of giving in
to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand
being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his
resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he
has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

Excerpt:

She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer
outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.

Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man,
watching her. A naked man. A wonderfully naked man.

She shook her head.

Wolf-beast.
That’s what he is.

“Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” he yelled
out to her.

Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said
anything about that.

She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she
couldn’t think of. If she opened the door, would he attack her? Was he a rabid
beast who couldn’t control himself?

She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the
hatch.”

“I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”

“Since I know your secret, are you going to kill me
now?”

“Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”

Should I let him back in?

“Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.

Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for
long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.

“I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can
you please let me in?”

Friday, November 25, 2016

Meet Toni and Ahmad, one-time lovers who are getting their second chance at love.

Excerpt:

Toni flicked her gaze from her phone to the man standing
above her with every intention of telling him the same thing she’d told the
others. As soon as she looked up, her heart seized on a beat and her breath
formed a lump in her throat. Toni not only stared at who was possibly the
finest man she’d ever seen in her life, but also one she hadn’t seen in eleven
years.

Ahmad Espen.

A vision of the last time he’d talked to her flashed across
her mind and was just what she needed to close her gaping mouth and firm her
back. She stared back at him, waiting for…for what exactly? For him to mention
what had happened between them? For him to apologize?

He smiled down at her, flashing bright white teeth. “I’m
sorry to disturb you, miss. But I saw you sitting all alone back here and
thought you could use some company.”

Miss? Company?

She didn’t know if she should be mad or glad. He didn’t seem
to recognize her. On one hand, she didn’t have to relive the embarrassment but
on the other, he’d dismissed their last encounter, while she’d held onto it for
all these years.

“I-I’m…um. I don’t need company.” Did she just stutter? She
wanted to slap a hand across her forehead. She gripped her cell phone tightly
to stop herself from doing just that and making a bigger fool of herself.

When she’d been a freshman in college and he’d been the sexy
and worldly junior, she’d had the same reaction—stumbling, bumbling idiot. Get
it together, Toni. She wasn’t a green little girl anymore.

“Well, if you don’t want me to sit with you, can I have this
dance?”

If she were any other woman at the party, she would’ve
gladly jumped up and taken him up on his offer. But while everyone knew Ahmad
as an African-American motivational speaker who’d sprung onto the scene five
years before, attracting more followers to his ‘black community self-help’
doctrine, Toni knew him as a promiscuous, rowdy fraternity boy. While Toni
admired his topic, the man behind the words often left a bad taste in her
mouth. Every time she saw him on television talking about his main agenda, the
state of the African American community and the need to revitalize and energize
the younger generation, she couldn’t help but remember how he’d treated her.
“Why?”

He took a quick glance around. “You’re the only person not
on the dance floor or mingling.”

She smiled up at him like she’d done to the other men.
Everyone else in the room could worship at his feet. They thought he was so
great, so perfect. “No, thank you. I’m watching the drinks and purses,” she
said, but what she really wanted to tell him was to go to hell.

The emotion on his face quickly went from enamored to
confused. “All I’m asking for is one dance.”

She’d once given him a dance and she’d let that go to her
head and let him sweet talk her into his twin-sized bed. Well, there hadn’t
really been that much sweet talking involved, it hadn’t been needed. She
would’ve gone with him even if he’d recited the alphabet. “I’m not much of a
dancer.” The lie quickly fell from her mouth.

“Sooo.” He motioned his hand through the air. “You’re at a
singles mingle—dance party, I might add—and you can’t dance?”

As she shook her head, her hair bounced around her face.
“No, I can’t. Not a lick.”

“So, that’s your excuse for turning down everyone who asked
you to dance?”

She peered straight into his eyes. “Yes.” It was a good
thing that she’d long gotten over wanting to poke his eyes out with a rusty
fork because he was in arm’s reach and there was a fork, albeit not rusty, on
her table.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

She’s a widow. He’s a reformed player. One passionate night changes them both forever.
Toni Harrison isn’t buying anything Ahmad Espen is selling. Everyone considers him the savior of the African American community but she knows him as a heartless player and plans to steer clear of him. The only problem is her sister and Ahmad’s brother are smitten with each other and despite Toni’s attempts otherwise, she constantly finds herself in Ahmad’s presence.
Ahmad understands why Toni is wary of him, but he’s a totally different man from the boy she knew in college. Now he’s determined to push past all her defenses to gain her trust. When he finally does, one passionate night with her confirms she’s the perfect woman for him.
Yet it seems there’s no fairy-tale ending for them, as Ahmad and Toni find out the hard way. Someone is out to destroy their relationship, along with Ahmad’s good name and Toni’s privacy. Once more Toni has good reason to distance herself from Ahmad, since he blames her for the whole mess. Heartbroken again, she walks away, and by the time he comes to his senses, he realizes it may well be too late to rewrite their love story to give it a happy ending.

Toni flicked her gaze from her phone to the man standing above her with every intention of telling him the same thing she’d told the others. As soon as she looked up, her heart seized on a beat and her breath formed a lump in her throat. Toni not only stared at who was possibly the finest man she’d ever seen in her life, but also one she hadn’t seen in eleven years.
Ahmad Espen.
A vision of the last time he’d talked to her flashed across her mind and was just what she needed to close her gaping mouth and firm her back. She stared back at him, waiting for…for what exactly? For him to mention what had happened between them? For him to apologize?
He smiled down at her, flashing bright white teeth. “I’m sorry to disturb you, miss. But I saw you sitting all alone back here and thought you could use some company.”
Miss? Company?
She didn’t know if she should be mad or glad. He didn’t seem to recognize her. On one hand, she didn’t have to relive the embarrassment but on the other, he’d dismissed their last encounter, while she’d held onto it for all these years.
“I-I’m…um. I don’t need company.” Did she just stutter? She wanted to slap a hand across her forehead. She gripped her cell phone tightly to stop herself from doing just that and making a bigger fool of herself.
When she’d been a freshman in college and he’d been the sexy and worldly junior, she’d had the same reaction—stumbling, bumbling idiot. Get it together, Toni. She wasn’t a green little girl anymore.
“Well, if you don’t want me to sit with you, can I have this dance?”
If she were any other woman at the party, she would’ve gladly jumped up and taken him up on his offer. But while everyone knew Ahmad as an African-American motivational speaker who’d sprung onto the scene five years before, attracting more followers to his ‘black community self-help’ doctrine, Toni knew him as a promiscuous, rowdy fraternity boy. While Toni admired his topic, the man behind the words often left a bad taste in her mouth. Every time she saw him on television talking about his main agenda, the state of the African American community and the need to revitalize and energize the younger generation, she couldn’t help but remember how he’d treated her. “Why?”
He took a quick glance around. “You’re the only person not on the dance floor or mingling.”
She smiled up at him like she’d done to the other men. Everyone else in the room could worship at his feet. They thought he was so great, so perfect. “No, thank you. I’m watching the drinks and purses,” she said, but what she really wanted to tell him was to go to hell.
The emotion on his face quickly went from enamored to confused. “All I’m asking for is one dance.”
She’d once given him a dance and she’d let that go to her head and let him sweet talk her into his twin-sized bed. Well, there hadn’t really been that much sweet talking involved, it hadn’t been needed. She would’ve gone with him even if he’d recited the alphabet. “I’m not much of a dancer.” The lie quickly fell from her mouth.
“Sooo.” He motioned his hand through the air. “You’re at a singles mingle—dance party, I might add—and you can’t dance?”
As she shook her head, her hair bounced around her face. “No, I can’t. Not a lick.”
“So, that’s your excuse for turning down everyone who asked you to dance?”
She peered straight into his eyes. “Yes.” It was a good thing that she’d long gotten over wanting to poke his eyes out with a rusty fork because he was in arm’s reach and there was a fork, albeit not rusty, on her table.

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

I've been a busy bee. (look at me being all productive and shit). I have 3 new releases coming up and of course I'm waiting until the last minute to get my stuff together. Scheduling tweets, putting together newsletters, reaching out to book tour companies and writing this blog post takes time. Probably 'tis why I always wait until the last second and then run around like a crazy person trying to pull everything together.

This life tho, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Behold! My new lovelies!

On These Pages

Contemporary Romance

Totally Bound Publishing

June 21, 2016

She’s a widow. He’s a reformed player. One passionate night changes them both forever.
Toni Harrison isn’t buying anything Ahmad Espen is selling. Everyone considers him the savior of the African American community but she knows him as a heartless player and plans to steer clear of him. The only problem is her sister and Ahmad’s brother are smitten with each other and despite Toni’s attempts otherwise, she constantly finds herself in Ahmad’s presence.
Ahmad understands why Toni is wary of him, but he’s a totally different man from the boy she knew in college. Now he’s determined to push past all her defenses to gain her trust. When he finally does, one passionate night with her confirms she’s the perfect woman for him.
Yet it seems there’s no fairy-tale ending for them, as Ahmad and Toni find out the hard way. Someone is out to destroy their relationship, along with Ahmad’s good name and Toni’s privacy. Once more Toni has good reason to distance herself from Ahmad, since he blames her for the whole mess. Heartbroken again, she walks away, and by the time he comes to his senses, he realizes it may well be too late to rewrite their love story to give it a happy ending.BUY LINK

Once A Thief, Always A Thief

The Undercity Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, P.I. (#3)

Urban Fantasy

Three Twenty-One, LLC

July 19, 2016

I’ve solved cases for the most powerful Vampire in the Undercity and for the Lycan Alpha, proving my worth as a PI. Despite being a half-breed and unclassed, work should be rolling in… Yet it isn’t, and I don’t know why. And as if that’s not stressful enough, my mom starts acting so weird it makes me suspicious. Friends say she’s just starting to live a little—maybe even, ugh, found a boyfriend—but I’m not sure. So what’s a PI to do? Investigate, of course. I mean, come on, Momma’s taken care of me my whole life. Now it’s up to me to make sure she’s okay. What I discover is so outrageous it leaves me reeling, but I don’t care if once a thief, always a thief, there are some things too precious to allow to be stolen. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make things right, even walk away from everything I’ve achieved—and the Undercity itself.

In many ways, my life is complete, or as complete as it can be with aliens roaming Earth, killing and enslaving humans. Jason, my love, is by my side, and my friendship with Wade is back on track. Even better, it seems the threats of annihilation from the aliens have turned out to be nothing but hot air.

Yet, despite the peace of our Arrowwood refuge, there is still a war waging outside, something I’ve tried not to think too much about. Just as I’ve ignored the fact that a sanctuary can also be a prison, or a tomb, we are forced to step out of safety and live or die, in danger’s embrace.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

My super new urban fantasy is kicking off this month. Woot! I have many, many stories planned for this series, so many that I had to space them out. The words flow like water. The first 4 will be released in 2016. No worries, they are already written and ready to go.

I'm excited to introduce you to Babylonia Delilah Jones. She's a fierce, don't take no shit kinda woman. Before I'd written the first word in the first story I'd already come up with this...

I am a proud and sometimes wild woman. Meek and mild
have never been words to describe me. Since I was younger I knew I was
different. Even when I pretended to be normal and ordinary, different resonated within my bones.

What I am exactly or even where I’ve come from is a
mystery to me, but one thing I do know for certain is that I’ll never lead an
ordinary life.

Why is that you ask? With a media hungry vampire as
a best friend, an ex-boyfriend who is the prince of the Fae world and a demi
god who thinks we’re “dating”, I can almost guarantee chaos is in my cards.

My name is Babylonia Delilah Jones and I am a
private instigator for the paranormal world.

I love this character so much!

Writing these stories were such a blast and to be able to work with such a wonderful cover artist was the absolute best. Erik was able to take a rambling email and produce exactly what I'd envisioned. Shout out to Erik Reeves (http://facebook.com/Erikreevesart)!

The Guicai Talisman is up for pre-order now and will release March 21st.

What does a woman have to do to prove she belongs in the
Undercity? Sure, I’m unclassed and only half paranormal, but that doesn’t mean
I can’t solve cases. Since the established PI’s won’t acknowledge my right to a
territory, I’m taking jobs from whoever will hire me, doing what I do
best…proving myself to be a bad-ass problem solver. Which is how I find myself
breaking into Zaid’s house, looking for a talisman my witch client says the
very powerful vampire stole.

Now, I can make flowers grow, hear the wind’s whispers and
talk to animals, but I don’t have the gift of seeing the future. If I did, I’d
have known not to take this case. Because no matter the outcome, nothing good
can come from messing with the Guicai Talisman, or it’s far too gorgeous
guardian.

Being hired by the Alpha of the Lycan pack to solve the
mystery of his son’s death could make my name as a PI in the Undercity—if it
doesn’t get me killed first. Not only am I looking for a perp who obviously
won’t hesitate to commit murder, but even before I get working on the problem
I’m being threatened. That’s not going to stop me though. Neither is
interference from Zaid, the hot Vampire who keeps popping up at the most
inopportune times.

Yet this turns out to be anything but a straightforward
case. I’m learning more about the workings of the Undercity than ever before,
and what I’m finding out is pretty ugly. It’s making me question everything I
thought I knew about the Houses, and what I’m missing by not being claimed by
my father. But that may well be a question I won’t get a chance to ponder,
because even tapping into every ability I possess might not be enough to help
me survive the Lycan Job.

Once A Thief, Always A Thief: Releasing August 2016

I’ve solved cases
for the most powerful Vampire in the Undercity and for the Lycan Alpha, proving
my worth as a PI. Despite being a half-breed and unclassed, work should be
rolling in…

Yet it isn’t, and
I don’t know why. And as if that’s not stressful enough, my mom starts acting
so weird it makes me suspicious. Friends say she’s just starting to live a
little—maybe even, ugh, found a boyfriend—but I’m not sure. So what’s
a PI to do? Investigate, of course. I mean, come on, Momma’s taken care of me
my whole life. Now it’s up to me to make sure she’s okay.
What I discover is so outrageous it leaves me reeling, but I don’t care if once
a thief, always a thief, there are some things too precious to allow to be
stolen. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make things right, even walk away from
everything I’ve achieved—and the Undercity itself.

It's Not Me, It's You: Releasing October 2016

Life is good. My mom
is recovering and I wasn’t torn apart by the Lycans. Work is rolling in almost
faster than I can handle, and I might even be about to find my dad. The cherry
on top? I’ve met a man. One who gives me all the attention Demarcus never did
and doesn’t make me nervous like Zaid does. Yeah, I know he’s human, so a
relationship is out of the question, but I’m going to enjoy his company for as
long as I can. It’s nice to have a normal, non-paranormal friend, especially
when he’s as handsome as Easton.

When
will I ever learn that just when thinks are going well, it’s time to expect
crazy to rear its head? Nothing is turning out quite the way I expected, but
through trying to keep my human IT guru out of Undercity business, dealing with
a stalker and the aftermath of some of the best sex of my life, I come to one
conclusion. It really isn’t me…

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Please join me in welcoming a sci-fi buddy, the lovely Mrs. Cara Bristol. My question to her was: What inspired you to write Mated With The Cyborg and the Cy-Ops Sci-Fi series?

Cara:

I love cyborgs. They’re
human beings who look fully human, but have been augmented by computer and/or
mechanical parts. To me, they represent the ultimate alpha hero: strong,
dominant. They’re tough as nails until they meet the heroine, whereupon they
fall hard. In most sci-fi romances, cyborgs are created by an evil government
who forces them to fight their wars. I wanted to offer something different.

My cyborgs are spies. Think of them as a cross between
James Bond and the Terminator (the good one from Terminator 2, not the bad one
from the first movie). They’re cyber operatives in a covert paramilitary force
who are fighting against terrorism in the galaxy. The terrorism part was
inspired by present day threats (although I finished writing the book before
the attacks in France).

In Mated with the Cyborg, the hero does undercover on an enemy space
station, where he meets the villain’s innocent daughter. When he learns her father
wants her dead, he’s forced to choose between his mission and saving her life.

I’d written one other
sci-fi series, Breeder, but in this Cy-Ops,
I wanted to challenge myself by writing a romance that is also a bit of a space
opera with space craft, space stations, alien planets, futuristic weapons, and
lots of explosions. Lol. Besides cyborgs, readers will meet androids and aliens
of all persuasions. ( I still want to emphasize that this
is romance).

One of the coolest venues
is the Darius 4 Pleasure resort, which is staffed by android pleasure workers.
I mention it in book 1,Stranded with the
Cyborg, but it serves as one of the key settings in Mated with the Cyborg. Readers will get to see what really goes on
there—and should expect a surprise. Muwhaha…

Mated with the Cyborg

by Cara Bristol

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

GENRE: Sci-fi Romance

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BLURB:

Kai
Andros’s orders were simple. Get in. Gather the intel on the terrorist
organization. Get out.

Then he met her.
Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked
for death.

His orders said
nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission.

Can a rogue cyborg
outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he loves?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Excerpt:

Mariska’s dress dragged along the metal floor as she headed
for the general’s receiving room. People glanced at R981, but the android could
have been alone for all the notice they paid her. Her veil seemed to render her
invisible.

If only she could truly disappear. Years had passed since
the last summons. Why had her father called her? Perspiration slickened her
palms, and she had to concentrate to avoid wiping them and leaving a telltale
stain on her clothing. The only thing worse than being afraid was showing it.
At least her voluminous skirt hid her wobbling knees. Outside her father’s
fortified headquarters, she halted and took a deep breath. I can do this. I can
do this.

“You are nervous,” stated R981 in his stilted, but gravelly
voice. No other android had vocals like his. His rumbling tone vibrated through
her in a most disturbing way.

“No, I’m not,” she quickly refuted. Fear was a flaw. Flaws
were punished. Although R981 was assigned to her, he had been programmed to
report misbehavior and anomalies to her father.

Multi-published,
Cara Bristol is the author of more than 23 erotic romance titles. She writes
science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what
the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven
seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and
heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives
in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not
writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.